Just Is

A living, breathing, swelling deep, Sometimes with power so monstrous It lulls me to sleep. It is in my subconscious, With its power so monstrous, I feel most at peace. It is in my subconscious That the gold sun turns white, A horizon of light. Sometimes I float in the dark blue-green waves And watch golden skies and white suns That simply exist because they just are. Sometimes I forget the dark blue-green waves, That lulled me to sleep, To simply exist because I just am A living, breathing, swelling deep.